Page 11 of Spiteful Heart

But Lola, being Lola, grinned at him and asked, “Like what you see, big guy?” She might’ve winked at him too, but I wasn’t sure about that. She didn’t care that Viper was balls-deep in her and that she was on full display—and if I wouldn’t have been so delirious with a recent orgasm, I would’ve told Mike to fuck off.

Big Mike didn’t say a word, but he did extend his hand toward the bed, offering her the phone. He wasn’t close enough to her for her to grab it, though, so she had to glance back at Viper and say, “Would you?”

Viper pulled out of Lola’s cunt, quickly giving his brother his back and hiding his erect dick.

I watched Lola slink off the bed, swaying her hips a little too much as she walked over to Big Mike. Her fingers were sluggish in plucking the phone from his grip—on purpose, probably. All this to drive me nuts, I think, based on our earlier conversation.

“Thank you, Mike,” she purred out his name like a sex kitten in heat. She glanced at the caller ID, about to answer it, but then she giggled. “Oops, got some cum dripping down my thigh. You know how it is.” She gave Mike a playful shove and another giggle before answering the phone, giving Mike her back.

Okay, by then, I was outright glowering at them both. Lola thought it was so funny, huh? Bet she wouldn’t think it was funny if I was the one parading around naked in front of a girl who wanted to fuck me.

Oh, it was obvious Mike wanted to fuck her. Seeing her naked had started to bring his cock to life. That’s the thing about athletic shorts; they showed everything. Any hint of arousal was instantly pressed against the fabric for all of the world to see.

Lola’s expression changed when she answered the phone. Not because of my glare, but because of whoever was on the other line. Based on the way her mouth thinned and her eyes narrowed, I’d say it wasn’t my brother. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Either the person on the other line was chatty, or…

Or I didn’t know.

I sat up, leaning forward. I smacked Viper’s arm to alert him that something was going on, and he glanced over his shoulder at Lola.

Her voice came out quiet, “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be there soon.” She hung up, wandering to the nightstand, where she set down her phone. She had all three pairs of male eyes in the room on her, and yet she didn’t care. I think, after hearing her speak, fucking was the last thing on our minds, after everything that’d been going on in this city after dark.

I decided to take the bait and ask, “Who was it?”

“Newton,” she said, glancing at me. “We have to go to the Gilded Rose, right now.” That was all she said, and as we all scurried to get dressed and fix ourselves so we were fit to be in public, I couldn’t help but have a sinking feeling in my gut—and this wasn’t about Mike getting an eyeful of Lola’s body.

Whatever it was, I figured it couldn’t be good.

And I was right.

Chapter Three – Lola

Any time I could actually use Harvey, he wasn’t around. But, all things considered, it was probably good he wasn’t, because I didn’t think my guys would appreciate me leaving them in the dust while I went to take a look myself.

No, they had to come with me. They had to see it all for themselves, too. Even Big Mike.

The drive to the Gilded Rose felt longer than usual, but maybe that was just my nerves coming into play. You’d think, after all those years of being on my own, doing whatever the fuck I wanted, hoping, fucking praying I’d get caught and put to death to end this misery of mine, I wouldn’t be so susceptible to anxiety.

But I was. I was, so much in fact, that I felt like throwing up. So anxious I was physically queasy during the drive.

It wasn’t me. I didn’t care about me. I didn’t care much about fifty percent of the population, either. It was the ones who couldn’t protect themselves that made me feel like a protective mama lion, failing at keeping her cubs safe.

I know, I know. That was dumb. You didn’t have to tell me that. I never said I was logical. I just killed, fucked, and wanted the sweet release of death. It’s only because I’d killed the wrong guy that now I had something else to live for, a group of guys I didn’t actually want to kill.

Yeah, who knew the Night Slayer would find her soulmates in the midst of a mafia war and somehow rise to the top?

Still, it didn’t feel like I’d done much of anything. How could I claim to have risen when I couldn’t even keep the damned streets safe? How could I claim to be this city’s Bloody Queen when I couldn’t find this damned serial killer? When you find answers to those questions, please hit me up, thanks.

Viper was driving. Big Mike sat in the front seat, Maddox in the back with me. We sped through the streets, and still, it felt like we were crawling. It was at a red light when he asked, “Did Newton say anything? Do we know what to expect?”

I shook my head. I was pretty sure I could feel his eyes on me in the rearview mirror, but I didn’t look. I simply stared out of the window like the world outside could change due to the sheer force of my will. “No. Just that there’s a body.”

“I tried Sylvester, but he must still be in that stupid meeting with the wannabe mayor,” Maddox grumbled out. “He’s not going to be happy when he hears of this.” He ran a hand over his face, looking glum; I could see his reflection in the window glass.

Sylvester wasn’t the only one. I wasn’t happy, either, and I’d bet anything Newton wasn’t thrilled at this new development.

“I just don’t get it,” Viper went on. “All this time, and he hasn’t made a move. Why now? Why today?”

“Good question,” I said. It was. Why now? What made today so different? After leaving us with such a gruesome discovery in the warehouse, what made him go underground for two weeks? He’d sent me a fucking head, let’s not forget, along with a tape that I’d played to myself more times than I cared to admit. He’d gone to ground… until now, and I feared that meant more girls would lose their lives to this sick fuck before this thing was over.

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